เพลง Jimmy Iovine (feat. Ab-Soul) (Explicit)

I put my life on the line

I'm on and bassin', I'm fine

Cuz all I ever dreamt about was making it

They ain't giving it, I'm taking it

I'm taking it, taking it, I ain't giving it

I'm taking it, taking it, I ain't giving it

I'm taking it, taking it, I ain't giving it

I'm taking it, taking it, I need all that shit

Nobody winnin' this slogurr

The police would've noticed

Gotta be strategic, I'm creepin'

Go and leave with that motive

Hold up, my plan is stormin'

All right, casin' this building

Watch these rappers that rap

And walk in and leave that with millions

Cut of that sweater, open that front door

And it's gold printed out by the entrance door closes

Then a metaphor, then I start chorus

That part, that's right, meaning shotgun

Dressed in an uniform, looking like a janitor

All blue, jumpsuit, why shoot?

Bloodthirsty and I'm bloody like a bull

Looking in the eyes of the matador (fuck you!)

Carrying 2 cans of paint

Security looks at me awkward

I say third floor I'm late

painting Jimmy Iovine's office

holdin' my breath ‘bout to fade

I'm scared to death that he stops me

Heart beating so loud you can hear the echo in that lobby

And see I'm breakin' down if I don't make it out

Then I'm leaving town with that contract

And I'm spazzing out, I'm either in or out

This chair and I'm taking them hostage

I don't give a fuck, step into the elevator press three

Now I'm headed up (east)

Where they don't know there's a gun I the paint can

And I'm ready and willing to bust ‘em, fuck'n desperate

Stuck in this recession not what you think

But if I sell out my luck is destined

Might future depends on ink

And secretary at the front of the entrance staring right at me

I walk up, she whispers go ahead and then gives me a wink

I put my life on the line

I'm on and bassin', I'm fine

Cuz all I ever dreamt about was making it

They ain't giving it, I'm taking it

I'm taking it, taking it, I ain't giving it

I'm taking it, taking it, I ain't giving it

I'm taking it, taking it, I ain't giving it

I'm taking it, taking it, I need all that shit

I go past security, the secretary, the cubicals

But it's weird, it's like this room I've walked into is unusual

Thought it'd be shiny and beautiful

Thought it'd be alive and like musical

But it feels like someone died, it's got the vibe of a funeral

There's numbers on the chalkboard

CD's box, they cardboard

Artists they foxed that got dropped and never got to be sophomores

Cover designers are sitting around

Waiting for albums that never come out

Complainin' that they have nobody in house

Wonderin' what they make art for

I start thinking, am I in the right place? Just walk forwards

See clocks on the wall

Oh yea, and the second dose will be all yours

Finally see an office with a melted sign, heaven sent

Big block silver letters, read it out loud: President

This was my chance to grab that contract and turn and jack

Right then felt a cold hand grab on the back of my neck

He said: we've been watching you, so glad you could make it

Your music it's so impressive and this whole brand you created

You one hell of a band, we here think you're destined for greatness

And with that right song we all know that you're next to be famous

Now I'm sorry, I've had a long day

Remind me, now what your name is?

That's right, Macklemore

Of course, today has been crazy

Anyway, you ready?

We'll give you a hundred thousand dollars

After your album comes out we'll need back that money that you borrowed

So it's really like a loan? a loan? Come on

No, we're a team, 360 degrees, we will reach your goals

You'll get it done in the merch that you sell out on the road

Along with the third of the money you make when you're out doing your show

Manager gets 20, booking agent gets 10

So shit, after taxes you and Ryan have 7%?

To split!

That's not bad, I've seen a lot worse

No one will give you a better offer than us

I replied I appreciate the offer, though that this is what I wanted

Rather be a starving artist than succeed at getting fucked